Neverwinter Forest brother song

Cypress listened eagerly as Rannoch explained about the mysterious “cousin” — ducking down under the same branch absentmindedly as his attention remained wholly fixed on the grayscale prince’s face. Long, unkempt fur became tangled in the gnarled bark and Cypress sidestepped a bit to get free. “Eim?” he repeated, fastidious about language as was his wont, eager to get the pronunciation correct. He guessed that a “cousin” was not some exotic creature but merely another wolf. If she’d been anything out of the ordinary species-wise, Rannoch would have said so. “I like the sun,” he added helpfully, trying to be solicitous toward the girl he hadn’t met yet, but he didn’t fully understand what Rannoch meant. Surely if she wanted to see the sun, she had only to look outside her den during the daytime? Cypress took little interest in the world’s beautiful things; he wanted to know what things were and why they were the way they were, but some of the more poetic things were lost on him at this age.

“You falled?” he repeated, his muzzle immediately poking toward Rannoch; if the dandelion fluff boy allowed it, Cypress would nose through his fur with a cursory air, looking for wounds. “Diddit hurt? Are you all better?” Those were the important questions — Cypress was first and foremost concerned with his little brother’s welfare. Though the burlier cub seemed okay, his gangly brother needed to hear the verification of it for himself. He stopped short at lecturing Rannoch on safety, though, at the wickedly mischievous smile that spread across the younger boy’s face. “Yeah,” he said immediately as though entranced, wide-eyed at Rannoch’s ingenuity, shocked out of his diatribe before a single word could be launched. “Yeah!” he repeated with burgeoning enthusiasm. He would see this cousin for himself and figure out what exactly that special title meant. “Noch’re smart,” he praised with a kiss aimed toward his brother’s pallid cheek.